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Captive delights.	By : Morgoth22 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter II.
            Revelations and discoveries.
            Ron woke up. OK… first off, he needed to change his sheets.
            Second off, why was Kim having orgasms from hell at a cheer camp? The 18 year old cleaned up and than stood looking out over the city of Middleton. They’d had a connection for…well most of their lives, but as the wielder of mystic monkey power, it had gone deeper. He could feel what Kim felt… to some extent, especially when she was feeling something very strongly.
            Oh boy had she felt something strongly. Ron sighed. Had she ran into a guy? He shook his head at that. It didn’t feel right, especially given that she’d be sharing a cabin with the other girls.
And it also felt… strange. Almost forced. He didn’t quite understand the feeling, but it was almost as if she had had the orgasm imposed on her. Ron frowned. Maybe he should have Wade get in contact with her in the morning… Yeah, that would be the thing to do. If he didn’t hear from her then, he’d take other steps.
At the camp, Kim had recovered and the she and the others were trying to help Bonnie out of her predicament. The stuck up cheerleader was moaning through her gag…or probably saying things that would take the paint off of cars. The problem was, Kim had discovered another trait of the “clothing.”
It talked to her. She tried to plug her ears, but it spoke to her through some form of neural induction.
Doesn’t she look nice gagged? Don’t you want it? Nearly imperceptibly, Kim felt a tiny vibration down near her pussy. She grunted, and tried to stay on track, but noticed the rest of the girls were having the same distracted expressions. Bonnie started into another round of cussing, but suddenly broke off with a squeak as her “clothes” changed again, leaving her in what looked like a silvery thong, halter…and sock, pulling her arms back behind her back, connected to her panties, so that she was forced to kneel, back arched, heavy tits outthrust. Bonnie suddenly shut up, eyes wide, and started bucking.
But it’s not enough. She was a bad girl. I hope you all want to be good girls… Kim shook her head. She had to do something, but what if it did the same thing to her? What if nobody came to release Bonnie?   She didn’t even bother to try and tear the material—if it was based on the centurion project, it would laugh at an anti-tank rocket… and in any case that damned buzzing was getting ever more distracting…in fact Amelia had one hand between her legs, gently stroking her barely covered pussy, eyes lidded.
Do you want to help this bad girl? You can…all you have to do is make her feel like a good girl. Kim realized suddenly that the vibration in her pussy was timing itself to the inflection I the words… bad girl saw it leave, leaving her oddly desperate, while it increased with the words good girl.
“Good girl…” Kim whispered.
“We…what do we do?” Tara asked, looking at the mutely pleading face of Bonnie.
“I…I think I know.” Monique said, and hesitantly knelt behind Bonnie, hands on Bonnie’s hips. Then she licked and nibbled at Bonnie’s ear.
“Monique!” Kim almost shouted, and shut up as she felt her clothes start to flow towards her mouth.
Don’t be a bad girl. Monique then moved her hands up to cup Bonnie’s jugs, stroking them, even as the metal flowed away to reveal the orbs, nipples erect under Monique’s minstrations. Bonnie wasn’t talking now, as her body started to buck, in fact…it looked like she was sucking…like the ballgag wasn’t shaped like a ball inside her mouth, but a cock.
Look at the good girls… Kim shook her head, trying to banish the voices, even as Amelia evidently gave in to them, almost jumping in front of bonnie, kissing her on the face and pressing her own tits against the cheerleader’s, grinding her crotch into one of Bonnie’s legs. Bonnie was squeaking and groaning, even as the women made her the center of her life…
And then it happened. Monique came first, giving a throaty cry, as Amelia joined with her…and then Bonnie almost screamed out as her orgasm hit…and the clothes restored themselves. Kim realized that her hands had descended to her crotch, fingering herself thorugh the material.
Like a good girl.
Monique, panting and trembling, explained.
“I…I figured that if it said she had to be like a good girl…well I bet this place figures orgasms are what a good girl needs…”
“Ye…yea….yeah…” Bonnie said, “It…told…me that I had to come…come…come…” She shuddered. “I felt so…” The bell started to ring. Kim looked up.
“Dinner.” Kim said. And then we can make some plans.
            But before they got to dinner, several male attendants intercepted them, along with the woman, and smiling, handed them pen and paper to write home. Kim decided to not play along, and dashed off a plea for help. Their captor smiled at that.
            “How sweet… why don’t you read Bonnie’s, dear Kimmie?” Kim blinked and took Bonnie’s note.
            THE BIG PURPLE THINGS I NEED GO! It started out. Kim blinked again. What was Bonnie playing at?
            “What’s this?” Bonnie asked, thrusting the note back at Kim. “’Big things run now to me fast?’ Is that a joke?” Kim grabbed other papers and read them, and everyone, except for hers, had senseless messages. She looked up at the woman and frowned, as she smiled and held up a paper. Its front page was gibberish as well.
            “I know, I don’t like the Times either.” She smiled, brushing back some thick dark hair. “You should be happy… you see, I know some of you have plans to write notes, smuggle them out…and it really gets tiresome. Besides, reading and writing are things that only properly trained young ladies need—and in fact some buyers don’t want them to do that at all. That’s why we’ve taken the liberty of inducing a visual aphasia into your brains. Don’t worry, you can understand what you write…but nobody else can, and you can’t understand anything anyone else writes.”
            Kim went cold. Not only did that make it impossible to send for help…it made it impossible to plan anything effectively. Their clothing could detect what they said…and now they couldn’t even write messages to each other. A clutching sensation of helplessness hit her, as she looked over at the others, and realized some of them were trembling, wiggling their hips…probably because their clothes were doing something to them. Her’s weren’t…for now.
            “Not yet, Kimmie.” She said to her captives. “But you’re a special order, along with a few others. Some of these..” She gestured to the other cheerleaders, and from other cabins, other women, “Are going to rich men who want trophy wives, or brothels that have high quality girls. Oh, don’t worry, none of your friends will be hurt… after all, when the prices start at ten million, nobody’s very interested in wrecking their investment.” She smiled, “and none of our… graduates, complain. It’s what they were made to love, after all.” She turned to leave.
            “Wait!” Kim asked, desperately, “Who ordered me?”
            “I’m sorry…client confidentially is very important.” She shrugged, “but you special orders should be pleased…that price starts at 50 million and goes up.” She chuckled. “Well, time for dinner…” And with that, she turned, and with nowhere else to go, Kim and the others followed her.
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Captive delights.